Personal Narrative : The Day Of My Day

Dresser related he heard a sound but didn't recognize what it was and the next thing he knew, debris was flying past, outside his left window, southbound. Just a moment after that, a gold colored vehicle went flying by, to their left. As it went by, it was in the northbound lane, closer to the sidewalk, sort of angling.

As mrs. Kathleen Dover was in the back of the cab still screaming the man slammed on the brakes even over her high pitched screaming she could still hear the tires squealing. While the car was stopped she tried to unlock the door to escape the man turned around and yelled “stay seated and shut up.” she frantically was still trying to open the car door and she felt something cold on her arm with a very tight grip and she was pulled in the middle of the back seat. This caused her to continue screaming and freaking out. The driver of the car then slammed on the gas and she could again hear the tires over her scream and could also smell the rubber burning off the tires. The driver then began to take many sharp turns at high speeds. After every

At the speed of 45 between the intersecting of Rich Lane and University Street, my eyes were flashed by the bursting sunlight from my rearview mirror. My depth perception was rattled by my tainted eyes, and I could not readjust them back in order before blinking. After a brief moment, I finally attuned my eyes and I gathered that I drifted closer to the right side of the road. Likewise out of the corner of my right eye, I notice a strange object fifteen feet headed to the right of the truck. I focused more upon the black object before it disappeared out of my sight and departed underneath the hood of the truck. It was

Twenty-six years ago I a 17-year-old boy joined the United States Army. I served my country faithfully for 22 years, two months and four days; I served in the Transportation Corps. My time in the army was a special period in my life. I gain a lot of life experiences as well as professional ones; the military shaped and molded me into the husband, father son, and brother that I am today. During my service, I grew up and learned several life lessons that would serve me well in and out of the army. To get a real understand on how the military shaped me into the person, I am today; I must first give you some insight into the person I was before I left for basic training. I graduated high school in 1991 just four months’ shy of my 18th birthday;

Lying here I am waiting. Twenty minutes ago I was fighting the cold air from reaching her. Now I am lying here waiting for her to sweep the last crumb left behind from breakfast. In a quick motion I am picked up and swung around her shoulders. I am her place holder, when her family is just out of reach I am there. Which brings me to how our paths became intertwined, it was 2010, it seems so long ago. She went on a field trip and came back and plopped down beside me explaining how wonderful it was. I saw it then, I saw the determination in her eyes, the sparkle I saw so many other times before. The sparkle only showed up when her heart had consumed an idea and would not rest until it was accomplished. Everyday after that it was a routine to

Today is the day of the reaping. It’s so unfair how they make people fight to death I was thinking as I was walking home from the Mayor’s house. I come home to Mother and Prim getting dressed up for the reaping. My mother laid out a one of her beautiful blue dresses and a pair of shoes for me to wear. After I’m done getting dressed my mother does my up into a simple braid. We leave the house and separate to our own categories. When Effie Trinket walks up on stage we know it’s time for her to put her pale hand in the bowl and pick a name. The girls go first so she picks out a name and reads out loud, “Primrose Everdeen”. I was so shocked that my little sister with one entry had been chosen to play in the hunger games. I was overwhelmed and I

One night on a saturday in July, I was riding my bicycle to Shoppers Drug Mart. Behind me, to my surprise and bewilderment, was a matte black BMW M3 with tinted windows. All the windows on the car where way too dark to visibly notice the driver and possibly passengers. As I looked over to the car, thinking in my mind, “He could get a ticket for having his windows unlawfully dark, especially his windshield.” The windows rolled down and he pointed as if to say “Go after him!” Spontaneously, the driver sped with intense power in my direction and I knew I was the target. The driver had inhumane and callous intentions of driving me over. I was riding faster than I had ever ridden in my life, I nearly flew with the bicycle. I suppose dreams and

As we pulled into the college parking lot, the butterflies were released into my stomach. I had always been shy, and three weeks without any contact with my family or close friends was going to be challenging for me. I had applied for the Governor’s Honors Academy, where I was required to stay at a college campus with one hundred and eighty five outstanding students from all over West Virginia. Students strolled past my dorm, eager to meet their roommates. Soon I realized I was going to have to use my own social skills to forage my way through the jungle of diverse people to create new friends.

The next day couldn't come fast enough. I woke up extra early that morning to get ready. After I took a shower I put on an army green baggy shirt, my black skinny jeans with a tear in one of the knees and my adidas. I left my hair natural and did light makeup. It was Saturday so I didn't actually have work today, but they said since Justin likes my help so much that they would like me to make sure he gets home safely and that he's fine when he gets there.

I opened my eyes and smashed the snooze button that woke me up. "Another day of being fake." I said as I scooted out from my bed. I grabbed a pair of boxers and my towel and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the lights and stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed the enormous bruise that formed under my ribs. Nobody knows this, but my dad is an alcoholic and loves to beat the crap out off me, but I've grown use to it because this has been happening since my mother passed away which was when I was twelve years old.

It was a seemingly beautiful day as I drove on a joy ride in my bright blue sports car, with the wind in my hair. This is an everyday activity for me. My friends would mock me saying, “You spend more money on gas than you make working.” I laughed to myself at the thought of jokes amongst my friends. That happiness was soon halted. As I continued driving, I saw a car coming rapidly around the curve. The car did not show any signs of slowing down as it headed towards the intersection. The light turned yellow and then quickly red. Another object caught my eye that made me fear what was going to happen next. A young couple started crossing the street wearing fancy attire. The first thought that came to mind was, ‘they are

I could feel the cold brisk air brushing up against my skin as I ventured through the darkness in this vacant parking lot on a dreary Sunday night in November. I could see a car in the distance and began to approach it. The car appeared to be an old rusted out vehicle with extremely tinted windows that were dark like death. As I looked inside the vehicle I noticed that the car was as clean as a crystal. Not a speck of dust could be found on the interior and the floor mats were completely spotless. It was as if the vehicle had never been driven before. I then put my hand on the door and proceeded to step inside of the vehicle. As I did so I felt a sensation through my whole body that made me tingle. It was an unwelcoming sensation as if I was entering a whole new world. As I sat down there's was a smell, a sheer clean smell similar to that of a fresh load of laundry. Goosebumps came about all over my body as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I put my hands on the steering wheel and my mind took me into another dimension. Taking a glance in the rearview mirror I could see a mysterious person approaching the vehicle. As I examined the person I came to the conclusion that this must be the owner of the vehicle. I noticed they were dressed in all black and carrying what seemed to be a grocery bag of some sort. In panic, I got out of the car and looked at what appeared to be a male figure. The man was very masculine and tall. His mere presence was enough to strike fear into

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

I was never late, I worked day after day at “P” Check Cashing Place. I worked there for two years. My position their was a Shift Manager/Cashier. I try to get along with the employees I was in charged of because I wanted my shift to always meet the quarter at the end of the week. Having the position I had was a lot of responsibility, I loved it because I like to feel in charged and because I like to dominated, tell people what to do. If i had the chance to do it again I would.

A figure dashed through a busy road. Children selling water, cigarettes, and trinkets roamed the road filled with vehicles of all sizes are all at a stand-still while waiting for the light to turn green. The heavy traffic was expected, but what came next was a surprise. A car door was opened inconspicuously. After a few minutes, the figure emerged from the side of the car and cast furtive glances before sprinting to the nearest alley, while dodging oncoming passers-by. Other figures emerged, and together with the first figure, they walked further into the alley and surveyed their catch. It turns out that not only one vehicle had some of its contents